"Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is mystery, But Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present"
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Goosebumps stories part 10 : Kuntilanak Deathly Shrieking
In the bus station, Jane is carrying
her bags to the bus while holding the bus ticket, “Excuse me, this bus will
take direction to Semarang?” ask Jane to assistant driver. “Oh… yes. Allow me
carrying your bags” said the assistant driver while put the Jane’s bags into
baggage. “This is my ticket” said Jane. “I will show your chair.” said the
assistant driver” said the assistant driver while showing the chair to Jane.
“This is your chair, Miss” said the assistant driver again to Jane. “Thank you”
said Jane. “We will leave in the couple minute again” said the assistant
driver. Jane is sitting beside with the old woman, “Hi…!” accost Jane to the
old woman. “Hi… how are you?” said the old woman. “I’m fine” said Jane. “Oh…
I’m sorry. I’m not introduce myself, my name is Kathryn.” said Kathryn. “I’m
Jane” said Jane to Kathryn. “And how about your pregnancy?” ask Kathryn. “Its
three months already” said Jane again. Meanwhile that, a new passengers are
comes into the bus. “Okay… ladies and gentlemen we will leave now” said the
driver.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Celebrating Of Idul Fitri 1434 H / 2014
Celebrating of Idul Fitri 1434 H/ 2014
This years, I celebrate Idul fitri
so grateful because my uncle come back from San Francisco to Medan. He was
since there 9 years so for this year’s he decides to come back to Medan. Before
that, my mom and I doesn’t know he wants to come back and after my grandma told
me about he wants to come back, my mom and I are preparing the cloth, money and
everything which is need at time because the news was on the spur of the
moment. At the time my mom was reserved the ticket by phone but the schedule of
the ticket was the second of Raya. Cause of necessity, we were the ticket
booking as booking fee. My mom was looks like so happy because her brother was
come back finally after nine years in the San Francisco.
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